Then he flew on till he stood in the little garden at home where a peaceful light from the living-room seemed to greet him.
Breathing deeply, he ran in and his mother met him at the door.
"Oh, is it you, Kurt ?" she said kindly.

"But you are a little late after all.

Was it so hard to leave the beautiful moonlight?
Or was it such fun rushing about?
But, Kurt, you are entirely out of breath.

Come sit down a moment with me.

After that you have to go to bed; all the others have gone already." Usually Kurt would have adored being able to sit alone with his mother and have all her attention directed towards him.